Log cast: Touga, Rosuto, Ayanojou, Stefan
Log date: 3/6/99
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The past few days have been very busy for Hensou Rosuto. The
exhausting combination of college life and the theater have started to
eat at him, and he seems to have caught the notice of a few individuals
as well. Kinship a foreign thing to him, his confusion only worsens
when he encounters a German man by the name of Stefan Krieg.
A man he's never met before, and yet...
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Sakurada Ave and Juuban Ave
To the east, built under an underpass is the Ichinobashi Park. A
place where shoppers can take a break from walking the long route of
the shopping district. To the west is the distinctive kiosk that loudly
proclames the existance of the Juuban Shopping District which boasts of
having nearly any item that you could want. One building in the area
lists it's tenants as a cram school, a drafting company and the
Celestial Millennia Tokyo Office.
Obvious exits:
MacTonald's Hamburger Ichinobashi Park Mizuno Building
Juuban Avenue Sakurada Ave Shopping District Sakurada
Ave
Touga walks in, his head held high. He seems to be enjoying the breeze.
*** Touga is looking at you. ***
Rosuto is perched on a bench near the MacTonald's, just outside the
parking lot. His expression brooding, he pays little attention to the
passer-bys as he nibbles a chicken nugget.
Touga stops to look at the unusual figure sitting on the nearby bench.
[Rosuto]
His eyes are pale brown with flecks of gold, the color of lemons
or sunshine except for the cold, hard metallic quality that makes them
glitter. His hair is gray-black, the shade of clouds on a stormy night,
some strands falling out of place to curtain his eyes, the rest pulled
back into a topknot. The length of his hair falls easily past his
shoulderblades to mid-back. Two locks frame his face, fallen over his
ears with a few wisps curled ever so slightly near his cheeks. It gives
a slight feminine quality that is as easily overlooked as it is
noticed.
The young man stands not overly tall with a nondescript build, and
could easily be within his early twenties. A faint gesture of his hand
easily brings to notice the long nails adorning his fingers, polished
and carefully manicured, their tips pointed.
Rosuto is dressed simply, but with a flair that compliments his
looks. A color scheme of red and black, he is garbed in a crimson shirt
with the top button undone and plain-black denim pants held up with a
belt. In cold weather, a dark jacket is a familiar companion as well.
At first Rosuto gives no sign that he notices the person looking at him.
Then, without shifting his gaze from the street, he says quietly, "Can
I help you?"
Touga goes "Sorry, no. I do not mean to stare young man but...if I may
be so bold.....you have the most unusual eyes. They just caught my
attention."
Rosuto's gaze slowly shifts upwards, as do his brows, reaching up
towards his hairline. A faint smirk might be playing across his face.
"Did they."
[Touga]
A tall, thin man with very long, straight red hair that partially
covers his sparkling green eyes gazes back at you. He has long, angular
features that add to his overall beauty, for this is a truly beautiful
man. His graceful arms end in perfectly shaped hands with long,
dextrous fingers. His legs are thin yet well muscled, promising great
power without excess bulk, much like his whole frame. He is clad in a
white school uniform of unknown make, resembling a french military
uniform of ages past more than a standard Japanese high school uniform.
He carries himself with a grace befitting nobility. If he were wearing
a sword at his side you would swear he was a general of some bygone
era. He smiles at you as you look at him, his perfect teeth flashing in
the ambient light.
Carrying:
Rose Signet Ring
Touga says "Yes I find them very interesting and people with interesting
features tend to be interesting people. I like interesting people."
"Well. I think I should be flattered." Rosuto returns his gaze back to
the street, finishing off a nugget and reaching for another. His
brown-gold eyes flicker slightly. "It's not everyday that I recieve a
compliment by a pretty face I've never seen before."
Touga says "Ah well, I'm new in town actually, just transferred from a
private school in another prefecture. My name is Kiryuu Touga, it is a
pleasure to meet you."
Touga bows slightly.
56.5F (13.6C) The clouds appear to be just sitting there. Currently,
partially cloudy with the faint breeze remaining steady (N).
Rosuto rises briefly to return in kind only to retake his seat again. A
corner of his lips quirks up slightly. "Konnichi wa, Kiryuu-san."
Touga motions to the bench, "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," comes the smooth reply. Rosuto puncuates the sentence with
a noncommital shrug, finishing off another nugget.
Touga sits down, draping his arms over the back of the bench, tossing
back his head and letting his long hair dance in the slight breeze. "By
the way, what is your name, oh man with the interesting eyes?"
The aforementioned lets out a soft laugh. "Gomen. Hensou Rosuto desu."
Touga smiles. "Domo, now we are on even footing. Do you go to school
around here?"
With a slight nod that might be either to himself or to Touga, Rosuto
closes the now-empty box and deposits in it his MacTonald's bag. "Hai."
Touga looks over at his benchmate and nods in return. "You wouldn't
happen to attend Yotsubadai now would you?"
There's a pause as Rosuto looks up, eyebrows raising. A smirk appears,
and he shakes his head, a soft laugh escaping. "Iie. Gomen, I should
have been more specific... I'm in college."
Touga laughs at himself. "Gomen, I was just hoping that such an
interesting person would be attending my new school. I misjudged your
age and for that I am truly embarassed, it was a stupid mistake. Please
forgive me."
Rosuto smirks again and shakes his head. "Daijoubu, ah? It's alright.
Many people seem to mistake my age."
Touga says "Well, it is a relief to know I am not alone in my mistake,
Rosuto-sempai."
Rosuto tilts his head low so that he looks up at Touga, brows rising,
but letting it go. He studies the other through half-lidded eyes,
amusement in his voice. "Everyone makes mistakes, kouhai."
Touga gets up after checking his watch. "Domo sempai. Now, I'm afraid I
must be going but I am sure our paths will cross again. Next time, I
hope to embarass myself less."
Rosuto's head dips in a slight nod, straightening only to lean back
against the bench again. He smirks, but says, "Hai. Have a good day,
Kiryuu."
Touga walks off, smiling and waving as he walks off.
Touga heads south. /[S]/
Touga has left.
[The day passes uneventfully for the most part, save a brief scene in
the Shopping District that he observed before going back to his
errands. Much of his time is spent at the theater, rehearsing under
Nobuyuki-san's strict attentions, but when evening draws near, he is
finally let go. Having not slept well for the past two days, Rosuto
makes a stop at the Crown Fruit Parlor before returning home..]
You take the stairs back out to the street.
Juuban Shopping District
And welcome to busy Juubangai district! Home of the ever popular
hangouts known as Crown Game Parlor, where you can spend some coinage
of the crane game and everybodies favorite arcade game, Sailor V, and
the Fruits Parlor, located above the game center, where you can dine on
some of the best 'fast' food in Tokyo. Careful crossing the street to
those shops, though. The street is extremely busy and filled with cars
from people hurrying about to get their errands done.
Obvious exits:
Crown Fruits Parlor Crown Game Center Lawson's Drugstore
West Sakurada Ave
Ayanojou comes from the street.
Ayanojou has arrived.
Rosuto is just coming out of one of the shops, sipping a drink. His
brows are furrowed, though he breaks briefly away from whatever has
captured his thoughts to give the sky a wary glance.
Ayanojou walks out from the drugstore with a small brown bag in hand, a
disinterested look smeared over his face, as he looks across the
shopping area. He notices Rosuto from across the street, and blinks. .
o O ( He still looks disturbed. I wonder what it was this time. )
Rosuto has another bag in hand - small, white, and nondescript. He
continues to stare at the sky for a few moments unblinkingly, as if
daring it to start drizzling again, then looks sharply down again when
he finds his cup empty.
Touga comes from the street.
Touga has arrived.
Touga walks in, humming something to himself.
Ayanojou has just walked out from the drugstore, and is looking across
the street at something or someone.
Rosuto is standing in front of a shop, looking rather clever as he
studies at the bottom of his empty cup.
Touga waves to Ayanojou, "Yo! Ayanojou-san!"
Ayanojou looks up at the familiar voice. (OOC: Very familiar. c.c;) He
smiles slightly and waves, "Good evening, Touga-san. You're in bright
spirits tonight."
Touga says "Just enjoying the brisk evening. I love the feeling of the
wind in my hair, it's so refreshing."
Rosuto decides it just might be a good idea to get rid of his cup. He
moves towards a nearby trashcan to get rid of it, but a shout, despite
the rush of traffic in the street, catches his notice. He turns his
head, glancing in the direction, and blinks once.
Ayanojou exclaims "Hountou." He clears his throat curtly, and looks back
to Rosuto, giving a wave of his hand. "Ah, Hensou-san! Good evening!"
Touga waves at Rosuto, it may be a motion to join them, it may just be a
greeting.
Rosuto seems to take it as the former, for a few moments later, after
successfully avoiding getting run over, he's walking towards them.
"Konban wa, Aboratsubo, Kiryuu."
Touga says "Hello, Sempai, how nice to see you again, I told you our
paths would cross again."
Ayanojou . o O ( He knows everyone... )
Ayanojou asks "Feeling better, Hensou-san?"
Touga looks concerned. "Were you ill Sempai?"
Rosuto smiles crookedly and nods. "Hai.. You did, didn't you?" His head
turns towards Ayanojou, then back to Touga. "I was.. ah. Insomnia.
That's all."
Touga asks "Are you better now?"
Rosuto's shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. "I have been worse.
Daijoubu." He pauses briefly, a slight furrow in his brow. "...I
appreciate, ah. The concern, though."
Touga asks "Well, I would hope to call you friend someday and taht is
not possible if you take ill now is it?"
Rosuto goes blank for a moment, blinking slowly. . o O ( ...... ) He
clears his throat after a few beats, a faintly cold smile masking his
expression. "Iie, Kiryuu-san. You would not like me as a friend, trust
me."
Touga says "I've had some odd friends, you could not be any worse."
Ayanojou tucks a stand of hair behind his ear, glancing between the two
men, holding his small bag from the drugstore in both hands. He raises
a brow at Rosuto, then drops it, the other raising at Touga, as he
stands, feeling like he's watching a tennis match. . o O ( hmn... )
Rosuto's smirk is lopsided and a blend between flirtatious and cold.
"Yes, Kiryuu-san. I could."
Touga asks "Well then, I would hope not to call you enemy. May we leave
it at aquaintance and hopefully work from there, perhaps over tea at my
place or some more neutral ground like a local cafe or such?"
Ayanojou . o O ( Sometimes I wonder if he's truly straight. c.c )
Touga looks at Ayanojou, forwning as if reading his mind, which we all
know is impossible.
Rosuto blink-blinks, not expecting that reply. Pale fingers seem to
tighten over his own white bag, then simultaneously relax, eyebrows
rising. ".... Hai. That would be.. interesting."
Ayanojou gives an innocent look to Touga. . o O ( What? )
Touga smiles brightly as if he had just won the World Cup single
handedly, "Then, follow us back to my wonderful apartment and I'm sure
Aburatsubo-san would be happy to make tea, he is quite good at it."
Ayanojou smiles, and nods. "It'd be my pleasure. I don't think we've had
a guest yet, either, have we Touga-san?"
Touga nods. "Not yet, you can be our first Sempai!"
Rosuto blink-blinks again, sweatbeading. "I'm honoured," he finally says
after a few moments, awkwardly.
[And, sure enough, a little while later...]
Kiryuu Apaato--Koei Building
The deeply stained cherrywood floor greets your feet, especially
if they're bare, as you walk into the main room of Touga and Ayanojou's
apartment. The room is quite open, the furniture mainly consisting of
large leather beanbags and short end tables. A short wooden coffee
table centers the room, panels which open to reveal a gaming board,
ready to play all sorts of traditional games. The kitchenette is set
tidy, black plates and cups decorating the walls. A tiny dining table
splits the kitchenette from the main room, a vase of fresh red roses
giving a gentle feel to the room.
Two fencing swords cross in an X over the small gas fireplace.
Sitting on the hearth is a small bowl of rose petals, that lilt and
lift slightly when a breeze is let through. In one corner of the main
room stands a shrine of come sort, a wallhanging with a pentacle
standing guard over it. The opposite corner holds the entertainment
center, which is the latest in Japanese technology. If one should look
through the CD tower, they'd find musicians like X Japan, Yohko Kano,
and Andy Won (for make-out music).
Contents:
Touga
Ayanojou
Obvious exits:
Ayanojou no Heya Touga no Heya Hallway
Touga says "Welcome to our humble home Sempai."
Touga sits down in a beanbag, his elbows resting to his sides, letting
his arms hang loose and his long, red hair to trail down the back of
the beanbag.
Ayanojou walks into the kitchenette, fetching a teapot from one of the
cabinets.
Rosuto looks around slowly, nodding his approval. "Arigatou," he says
quietly, glancing back in Touga's direction just as he takes a seat. He
pauses for a moment, looking with quirked brows, then quickly averts
his attention elsewhere, studying a wall.
Touga says "Take a seat please Sempai, make yourself at home."
Ayanojou sets the kettle onto the stove to boil, and looks within the
cupboard. "What type of tea do you prefer, Hensou-san?"
Rosuto deposits his bag by his shoes after a moment's thought, nodding.
Taking a seat gingerly on another beanbag, he starts to say something,
but looks up at the question. "Eeto... What do you have?"
Ayanojou goes "Green, jasmine, rose petal (I usually add a bit of orange
to it), earl grey, russian spice..." He says a few others, then looks
over. "?"
Touga says "I prefer Rose Petal myself but feel free to try any of them
Sempai, Aburatsubo-san is an excellent tea maker."
Rosuto smirks briefly, but manages not to comment. "Rose petal... That
is fine."
Ayanojou nods, and sets away to getting the tealeaves ready. "Cold or
hot?"
Touga says "Hot please."
"Onegai.. cold." Rosuto looks down at his hands briefly, fingers curled,
then up again. He frowns despite his words. "Eeto.. Thank you for
inviting me."
Ayanojou pulls a cuttingboard from below, and looks in the refrigerator.
"Hm.." He finally finds the oranges, and pulls one out, taking it to
the counter. With a sharp knife from the cutlery set, he slices orange
rings, then cuts them in half.
Touga asks "You are quite welcome. Well, actually, I asked you here to
know a little more about the man with the interesting eyes I met
earlier. But first, it would be rude of me to expect you to reveal much
without me telling you about myself first. Do you agree?"
Ayanojou asks "The tea is best served sweet, but again, it's to one's
own liking, so you'll just have to see what you prefer, ne?" He pours
the tea into two mugs and a tall flute glass which is filled with ice,
then adds the orange rings. "Man with interesting eyes, Touga-san?"
Touga smiles. "Gomen, it's what I called Rosuto-sempai when I first met
him. I was drawn to his eyes, they interest me."
Rosuto seems to relax again with a smirk, shaking his head. "Hai," he
says as he glances back to Ayanojou, a few strands of gray-black
falling over his eyes. "A curious compliment, ne?"
Ayanojou sets the drinks on a simple wooden tray, along with a bowl of
brown sugarcubes and garlic toast. There are three spoons each. He sets
this on the coffee table, and takes a seat, reclined. "Hai.. and true.
You do have interesting eyes."
Touga settles back, waiting for his tea and smiles at Rosuto. "Your eyes
seem like twin pools in which all time seems lost amid myriad secrets
and unknown desires. I once met someone before with eyes like that. She
was a young girl very close to someone I once loved."
Rosuto's face seems to drain of color ever so briefly, but the change
vanishes before it can be pinpointed. He is an actor, after all.
"Poetic. Arigatou." he comments after clearing his throat, smile faint
and lopsided. "If I may ask, who was she?"
Ayanojou . o O ( Ma.. Are we both still brooding over lost love, Touga?
Iie. I doubt you would, but then again, I don't know you all that
well. )
Touga takes his tea, a few lumps of sugar and stirs them with a spoon as
he settles back to tell his tale. "I love Rose Petal tea, it reminds me
so much of the one I once called love."
Ayanojou stirs his tea, looking into the cup. . o O ( I ought to learn
tea reading, one of these days. ) He adds a couple of sugarcubes, and
stirs it some more. "Touga-san loves anything to do with roses." With
that, he chuckles warmly.
Rosuto stirs his as well, but doesn't add anything. He stirs for the
sake of stirring, if only to keep his hands busy doing something other
than balling into fists. "I don't blame him. A pretty flower...
Sweet-smelling."
Touga says "I was once Student Council President at a prestigious
private school. I was the school fencing champion, the most popular man
on campus and set for a life of good things handed to me on a silver
platter. Men envied me, women desired me and I was undefeatable. Then
she came, the woman in the boy's uniform. She was strong, confident and
came to change the world as I knew it. She crushed my world, defeated
me in a duel and stole my heart. I have never felt that way about a
woman before and I doubt I ever will again but I was unable to truly
express my feelings for her."
Touga smiles in deep self-reflection.
Rosuto blinks and asks, perhaps more bluntly than he should, "Why not?"
Ayanojou sips his tea, glancing about. "Whatever became of her,
Touga-san? You never did tell me."
Touga goes "I was afraid I could never live up to her expectations, that
I could never be her 'prince'. Then, events transpired, events that
even I find hard to remember, like they were all a dream that can only
be remembered in the hazy half-memories of a newly-wakened mind. She
vanished, taking the stability of my world and my heart, with her. I
could not deal with the school the same way so I resigned from the
student council, said my goodbyes to those who could not even remember
my love as much as I did and transferred to Yotsubadai. I shall never
forget her, I shall never forget the lessons she taught me about
changing the world around me and, I shall never forgive her...."
Touga closes his eyes as if to hold in tears.
Ayanojou leans back, reclined, and folds one leg over the other, his top
foot pointing and flexing idly. . o O ( Reminicing... ) He sighs. . o O
( Maa, I don't want to think about Takeo-kun. ) He blinks. "For
leaving, you mean?"
Ayanojou glances over to Rosuto. . o O ( He's awfully nervous. )
Rosuto blinks slowly as he looks at Touga, falling silent as he sips his
tea. He glances sidelong at Ayanojou and back again, just missing the
other's look. . o O ( Aa.. He's upset. Should I be saying something?
.... )
Touga smiles at Ayanojou. "Not for that, for taking my heart and for
destroying my carefully ordered world. It probably had to be done but I
feel like the king displaced from his throne for the sake of a peasant
girl in knight's armor. I still love her but I do wonder how my life
would be had I never met her." Suddenly, he smiles disarmingly. "Enough
about me, what about you Rosuto-sempai, what's the story hidden behind
your imteresting eyes?"
Ayanojou . o O ( To have never loved? That'd be a cruel fate, indeed.
u.u )
Rosuto's eyes widen imperceptively, but he hides it with a shake of his
head, his voice light. "Gomen, kouhai... I am an actor. Nothing more,
nothing less."
Ayanojou spoons up a soaked half of a sugarcube, and takes it into his
mouth, putting it to the inside of his cheek, then swallowing the tea
that accompanied it.
Touga stops smiling. "I see and you hide your true self in the role you
have chosen, the role of the unreadable wall? Or am I being too
forward?"
Rosuto stops, looking at the other. He is silent for a few moments, then
lifts the cup to his lips, murmuring around its rim, "Hai, Kiryuu-san.
You are," before sipping.
Touga sips his own tea before replying. "Gomen, I do not mean to offend
I only mean to learn why befriending you would be a mistake. You
interest me, nay, fascinate me with your deepening mystery. I was
serious when I said we should not be enemies. I would hate to never
know you."
Rosuto traces the rim of his cup with his thumb, fidgeting. A faintly
wry smile touches his lips as he studies the cup's contents. "You are a
curious person, Kiryuu-san. I don't know what to tell you."
Touga sets his cup down and his smile returns. "I have learned that the
truth is always a good place to start and the surest way to throw
someone off in the process. Perhaps you should start there."
"Iie." Through half-lidded eyes, Rosuto looks at Touga, still holding
that faint, wry smile. He repeats quietly, "Iie. Dozo... Be content
with what I have told you, Kiryuu-san. An actor, nothing more, nothing
less." And he sips his tea.
Touga laughs warmly. "A mystery until the end eh sempai? Perhaps I will
leave it at that, no sense spoling good tea with bad feelings. Now tell
me, what is your most recent role, Rosuto-sempai?"
Rosuto sighs inwardly with relief. . o O ( He didn't persist. Yare! How
can I talk about something I'm not even sure about myself anyway? ) "A
boring one," he says, notably more relaxed than before. "The
self-centered old brother. Archetypal."
Touga laughs out loud. "Hardly boring sempai, that was the role I was
born to and played for ages until I met the woman of whom I have
spoke."
Rosuto blinks. "Anou..." He smiles faintly. "I hope that you're better
written than my part though, ne?"
Touga smiles, "Well, I do hope so. Although from what I can tell you
throw yourself into even the most mundane of roles."
Rosuto's shoulders rise and fall lightly, shrugging. It seems to serve
as his reply, for he doesn't do anything else past that except to sip
his tea quietly.
Touga states flatly out of thin air. "Tenjou Utena."
Ayanojou blinks...?
Rosuto blinks sharply, looking up. "Nani?"
Touga says "The name of the girl I loved, you asked me for it earlier
and I did not give it to you. Her name was Tenjou Utena, a name I have
not spoken since I saw her last. The last of my secrets is now yours.
The walls of my self are down and my last secret has been cast open
before your interesting eyes." He smiles mischievously. "Well, maybe
not the last."
Rosuto blanches, his eyes widening, his jaw going a little slack. His
fingers tightening briefly over the cup, threatening to break it, and
his brown-gold gaze shifts quickly to his hands. They would be balled
into fists were it not for the cup. "I.. Gomen..."
Touga sits back in his beanbag, staring at the ceiling, not saying a
word, his expression unreadable.
Ayanojou lifts a brow, nothing said, and sips his tea, quietly. The
clock, whose time is off, rings quietly.
"I... I..." Numbly, Rosuto places his cup back on the table, his hands
coming back to rest in his lap, fingers interlacing. He stares at the
floor, then Touga, then the floor again, and slowly brings a hand to
his face. "G-Gomenasai, Kiryuu-san.. Aboratsubo-san..." Slowly,
unsteadily, he rises to his feet. "Gomenasai. I should go."
Touga not looking back says, "If you feel you must, then you are free to
leave but, we shall meet again and I hope to call you friend sometime
in the future."
Ayanojou blinks. "Un?" He looks over to Touga then Rosuto. "I'm sorry."
. o O ( I'm not the most hospitible of people. )
Rosuto doesn't answer at first. Instead he makes his way to the door,
retrieving his bag and slipping into his shoes. "H-Hai.. Iie.. Arigato,
domo arigato, for the tea.. I am sorry to have troubled you." He
hesitates, then just shakes his head, vanishing out the door.
[His head starts to pound fiercely, voices he's never heard before
yammering at his skull. Despite the faint burn in his pelvis, Rosuto
runs, fleeing from the apartment and his own confusion. He almost goes
home, but stops himself, instead turning in a different direction.
Almost against his will, the young actor heads for Shiba Park.]
Shiba Park
You stand in a large expanse of the Shiba Park. The place is
landscaped with small hills, wide paths leading towards the various
structures built in the park, including a tennis court. To the
northwest side of the park is the Tokyo Prince Hotel and to the south
is the Zojoji Temple and the Shiba Gold center beyond that and the
Toushogu Shrine. In the park itself, fountains play, waterbirds swim,
and gardners unobtrusively tend the trees and flowerbeds.
Contents:
Stefan
Obvious exits:
Zojoji Temple Taxi to Hamamatsucho Station Sakurada Ave
Tennis Courts Tokyo Prince Hotel Onari Gate
Tokyo Tower
Stefan is sitting on a bench, reading sheets of paper.
Rosuto runs along the path, feet slapping noisily on the pavement. His
eyes are squeezed shut, teeth gritted, and he doesn't seem to be
watching where he's going. (It's hard to when your eyes are closed.) He
runs into someone, nearly slamming them to the ground, and backs away
from the irate pedestrian with a flurry of muttered apologies.
Stefan looks up, seeing Rosuto. He calmly studies him for a moment.
40F (4.4C) The clouds appear to be clearing. Currently, partially cloudy
with the faint breeze picking up (W).
The person he ran into is an older man, and seems hellbent on starting
an argument. Rosuto just shakes his head, backing away slowly, until he
finally yells, "Shut up!" and darts off again. Disgruntled, the old man
continues on his way.
Stefan smirks faintly at that.
Rosuto keeps running until he reaches a tree. Once there he just
collapses beside it, back against its trunk.
Stefan speaks out. "Why don't you open your eyes? Much easier.
Rosuto looks up sharply, bright eyes blinking rapidly. He stares at
Stefan for a moment, then, instead of answering, laughs bitterly. "You!
Aa, why am I not surprised?"
Stefan asks "Is there something bothering you?"
Rosuto grunts, eyeing the man for a few long seconds. "Iie."
Stefan nods.
Rosuto is silent, but continues to stare at Stefan, eyes alternating
between narrowed and wide. It's quite some time before he realizes he's
staring. Then he looks away quickly, at a bush.
Stefan is still calm, perhaps cold, without Ayame to prevent him from
being so. "It is evident there is something you find disturbing about
me."
It's some time before Rosuto answers. When he does, his voice is quiet.
"Do you remember what you asked me the night before?"
Stefan nods. "Yes."
"I lied."
Stefan says "I know."
Rosuto stops, looking at Stefan through the corners of his eyes. "...."
Stefan asks "How much do you remember?"
"I don't," Rosuto replies bitterly. "It's not remembering, it's just..
just.." He scowls, caught.
Stefan asks "You just have a feeling?"
Rosuto looks up slowly and, after a moment, nods. "Hai." He hesitates.
"I... I have seen you -- known you -- before, but I... I don't even
know your name."
Stefan says "My name is Stefan Kreig."
Stefan says "You might learn more later on."
"Hensou Rosuto desu. Hajimemashite," he mumbles reflexively. "... What?"
Stefan shakes his head.
Stefan says "It is nothing."
"Demo..." Rosuto trails off, nodding, then turning it into a shake of
his head. "Gomen, Kreig-san. I thought... ne. It is late."
Stefan nods. "Yes, it is.
Rosuto steals another sidelong glance, then rises to his feet. "I didn't
mean to bother-- disturb you. Good night."
Stefan says "It is quite all right. Good night."
Rosuto moves off with that, back the way he came. Just minus the
momentary bout of anxiety and irate pedestrians.
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